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You Can't Fight a Tidal Wave	By : madradena Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation Views: 1693 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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By the time the turbolift took Data to Deck 8, the numbness he felt throughout the time he had been at the Captain's ready room turned into a tumult of emotions. He strode on the corridor with hurried steps, then as his heartbeat increased with each stride, he started to jog, then ran until he got to Emma's quarters. He raised his hand to press the door chime - he needed to talk to her! needed to hold her, kiss her, even to make love to her! He needed to be close to someone so desperately! He needed this loneliness to end...
His finger was on the door chime, when suddenly, he heard her voice in his mind 'I told you it wouldn't! I told you you need to go to a therapist!' she shouted at him on the holodeck. Just after witnessing his torturing flashback. She shouted at him. Accusingly, angrily... she needed to be RIGHT! Needed it more than anything! More than she needed him...
He slowly took his hand away from the button, squeezed his fingers into a fist and rested his forehead on her door closing his eyes. 'I want you to promise you would go to Counsellor Troi!' 'I'm sorry, Data, but we need to report this to the Captain. Immediately.' 'Data, I have no choice but to relieve you of duty...' He turned and pushed his back to her door, eyes wide open. This time, he felt something different. This time, he felt an emotion of a magnitude he hadn't felt ever since the occurrences that transpired on Ohniaka Three! He stared ahead wide-eyed, feeling a huge fist tighten in his chest as all-consuming rage flooded his mind - his own two hands coming up into tight fists.
He started to run then, his heart was racing! He wanted to... he needed to... He had to be alone! NOBODY must be anywhere near him! He leapt into a turbolift which took him to the holodeck. He pressed a button to reload the last used settings and entered to find the last settings of the theatre: a black and white deck of a ship with people walking and sitting around at tables. The sun was shining, the sound of the sea soothing.
He started to walk up to the black and white people sitting around the tables. His hands still in fists, his mind still in a fog thirsting for destruction! Even blood! He reached out to the nearest table, tore it up from, where it was nailed into the wooden deck and simply crushed it into tiny pieces. The people jumped up from their chairs and started to scream. He went for the next table and tore it up just as easily. This time he just threw it away and went to the next one. And to the next one, then the next one! People bolted from his way and ran about screaming in complete terror. He picked up another table, and as he was about to throw it away, a young woman tried to run out of his way, but she tripped in her long, white dress and fell to the floor. Her neat bun untied, and the wind blew her long strands into her eyes. He threw the table away and stepped up to her. She turned on the floor and stared at him with profound dread in her eyes.
He bent down and pulled her up by the hands. The woman didn't dare to move away from his grasp, just stared into his eyes. Taking in her delicate features, he gaped at her: "Emma..." he whispered. The woman did not move, didn't even flinch. Just stood there unmoving, staring into his eyes. His hands started to move up her arms, to her shoulders and finally slid to her face. The burning rage suddenly turned into a burning desire, and he sank his fingers into her long, dishevelled hair. His mind was flooded with all his fantasies about her touching him, holding him, caressing him - creating sensations in him she had created that very morning! He drew her face up to his gently looking at her upturned lips hungrily, but the woman put her hands on his chest with a moan to push him away in fear.
This woke him, and he let her go as if she burned him. He suddenly grew scared! What was he thinking?! What was he doing?! The holograph still stared at him, and Data could finally see that none of her features resembled Emma's at all. He stared at his hands shocked as if he didn't recognize his own palms. This WAS a nightmare! He had to get away! He had to get away, now! He turned and started to run blindly, without thinking, and before he realized what was happening, he crashed into the railing with full force. The metal could not withstand his weight and impetus: it broke, and he fell off the deck. He tried to catch the edge of the deck, but his hand slipped on the wet wood, and he landed into the waves of the azure ocean with a loud splash.
His body sank like a stone, just the way it did, when he tried to swim in Lake Devala. But this time, the bottom was way deeper. He watched as the sparkling rays of the sun dancing on the waves grew dimmer and dimmer and silence grew deep - so deep he never before heard a silence like that. He opened his mouth to call out to the computer, but no sound came out of his throat, only the last remnants of air left his body in the form of small bubbles rushing to the surface. He then closed his mouth and let himself be carried by his weight. He saw strands of his dark hair dancing in front of his eyes and saw his arm and hand - his fore-finger pointing towards the ever fading light of the sun. He closed his eyes then. The feel of the ocean was like a soothing embrace. As he sank deeper and deeper, the rage fainted like the light of the sun. The tight fist in his chest loosened and finally let go. He let himself be engulfed by this eternity of tranquillity and tried to savour every moment of it.
Exactly 2.5 seconds later, the holodeck's safety routine kicked in and the computer chirped "Emergency shut down. Aborting holodeck simulation." the settings disappeared, and Data found himself lying on the yellow gridded floor of the holodeck soaked to skin. But finally calm.
He lay there for a few minutes to enjoy his new-found tranquillity then finally sat up with his back straight and wiped the wet hair out of his face. He looked over at himself and ran a quick diagnostic check. To his relief, his servos remained mercifully dry. The water had no time to find its way into them this time. He took off his uniform top and wrung it out. Maybe Geordi's idea of building a device into his system that could give him some buoyancy was not a bad one after all. He took his boots off and poured the water out of them as he mused on. If bathing in seawater had such a soothing effect on him just as if he was a human, he would utilize that device - often...
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